Shelly Godfrey: Dr. Amarak gave the disk to me before he died.
Baltar: What, as opposed to after he died?

Sherman Cottle:[Remarking to Tory, Tyrol, a Number Six and a Number Eight gathered around Anders' bedside] Lot of visitors. Just don't anybody unplug anything!

Starback: [engaging the Cylon Raider Scar with a near-suicidal charge] How does it feel, you bastard? One of us has to pull up, and it sure isn't going to be me!

Starbuck [to a group of trainees]: Pilots call me Starbuck, you may refer to me as God.

Starbuck: [after seeing Caprica Boomer take the captured Raider] Bitch took my ride.

Starbuck: [narrowly avoids being hit while piloting a hijacked Raider] You idiot! Didn't anybody teach you intercept protocol?! Okay... we're gonna have to do this the hard way then.
Lee: [chasing Starbuck] Whoa, this bastard's good! Hold still, you little...
Starbuck: Close enough for you... Just a little... bit... closer... [Lee scores a hit] NOT THAT CLOSE!!! [pulls off a sudden brake, forcing him to overfly her]
Lee: What the-?! I've lost him! Galactica, I repeat - he's nowhere to be seen... [Starbuck slowly approaches him from behind and stops above him] Holy... Galactica, the Cylon is now flying formation with me! Right above my head. This thing is acting weird...
Adama: Put me through.
Lee: [laughs at the Raider suddenly turns around] It's Starbuck!
Adama: What?! Come again, Apollo!
Lee: Galactica, the Cylon Raider is marked "STARBUCK". It's painted onto the frakking wing! [everyone in the CIC cheers]
Adama: Bring it into the bay! If it does anything, take it out!
Lee: Wilco Galactica but I tell you what, it's gotta be her. This thing's flying around with some serious attitude!

Starbuck: [to a downed Cylon Raider] Are you...alive?

Starbuck: After they attacked, I never... I never pined over any of my old crap. Never missed it. Stupid view of the parking lot. Broken toilet in the bathroom. You know, everyone I know... is fighting to get back what they had. And I'm fighting 'cause I don't know how to do anything else.

Starbuck: Can I make a suggestion that you won't like?
Apollo: Do you make any other kind?

Starbuck: Cylon raiders tend to isolate the wingman and gang up on individual Vipers before his wingman can protect him. [a crewman walks in and hands Starbuck a notice]... which is exactly what happened to JoJo twenty minutes ago.

Starbuck: Didn't see any shiny silver out there. I think we're dealing with the human variety.
Helo: Hope so. They're not as tough as mechanicals.
Starbuck: Yeah, they do bleed good, though. You gotta like that.

Starbuck: He won't cheat. He's too honorable.
Dualla: Unlike you.
Starbuck: Yeah, unlike me. I love Sam, I hate Sam. I love Lee, I hate Lee. Gods, I have to cheat just to keep the pieces all nice and neat.
[Dualla coyly gives Starbuck a light "snap out of it" slap across the face]

Starbuck: It is funny. You know the President says that we're saving humanity for a bright, shiny future o­n Earth. That you and I are never gonna see. We're not. Because we go out over and over again until someday, some metal motherfrakker is gonna catch us o­n a bad day and just blow us away.
Apollo: Bright, shiny futures are overrated anyway.

Starbuck: Like my new toy?
Lee: When you take a souvenir, you don't screw around...

Starbuck: Starbuck to all vipers-- do not fire...repeat, do not fire! I'm a friendly, okay? We're all friendlies! So, let's just...be friendly!